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A queer sense of movement.
Not quite turning, not quite falling.
I felt myself cross the threshold, and the visions abated.
Perhaps they only served to drive me to this place?
The route back closes behind me, but a way forward opens ahead.
Something is drawing me on. In case you are with me, I will try to guide you along the path. I pray you never came. I pray you are just another of my dreams.
August 15th
Something is wrong. I followed the incantation to the very letter. Astaroth did not appear. There are no answers to be had. More questions.
The visions have increased. They gather to me, and I cannot stay in one place for long. I try to monitor them, but the lens hurts my eyes. I have mixed a solution for the pain.
For those that follow and find this journal: I lack the power to describe this. There is no concept within the human sphere with which to explain it.
The house is so much larger now.
There are rooms EVERYWHERE
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